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WHAT O’CLOCK JINGLES 

TWELVE LITTLE COUNTING LESSONS 



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TWENTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR 


BOSTON 


, SEP 1 1887^' 


D LOTHROP COMPANY 

FRANKLIN AND HAWLEY STREETS 




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LESSON-TIME. 


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One wee little woman, 

Only one year old ; 

Blue eyes bright and merry, 
Curly locks of gold. 
Everybody’s princess. 
Everybody’s pet ; 

For a throne so cosey 
On a pillow set. 


Sister brings her playthings. 
Brother brings her books ; 
Mother saves to please her 
All her sweetest looks. 
Love and hugs and kisses 
More than can be told 
Has this little woman 
Only one year old. 



SISTER BRINGS HER PLAYTHINGS, 
BROTHER BRINGS HER HOOKS. 




Two tiny tubs 

With suds a-brim ; 
Fwo washerwomen 
Neat and trim. 
One dips and rinses, 
Rubs and wrings, 
And as she washes 
Gayly sings. 


But what has lazy 
Dinah done r 
Her morning work 
Is not begun .’ 

Two tubs a-brim 

With foam and froth ; 
One little maid 

To use them both. 




TWO TUBS A-BRIM 


WITH FOAM AND FROTH. 





Three thirsty thistles 
Beside the stone wall, 
So tired of waiting 
For showers to fall. 
Dear little Dicky 

Was passing the spot, 
And brought, in a hurry, 
His watering-pot. 


Though it was heavy. 
Little cared he ; 

'‘/ am a shower ! ” 

He shouted in glee. 
Three thirsty thistles. 
They feel the cool rain 
“ Thanks to you, Dicky, 
We are happy again!” 




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“ / AM A SHOWER ! ” 

HE SHOUTED IN GLEE. 


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Four funny fans 

Had Maud and May 
To cool the air 
One summer day : 

A palm-leaf broad, 

A feather fan, 

And one that came 
From far Japan ; 


And for the fourth 
May took her hat 
And made a fine 
Big fan of that. 
And then so strong 
A breeze had they, 
They played it was 
A winter day ! 








HAD MAUD AND MAY 



Five fairy fingers, 

All dimpled and white, 
Busily plying 

The needle so bright. 
One wears a thimble, 

A cap for his head. 
While gayly the others 
Pull out the long thread. 


Five fairy fingers 
Work very fast. 

And hold up the treasure 
Finished at last. 

N o matter how crooked 
The small stitches are. 
She knows the pincushion 
Will please dear papa ! 




Six silver spoons 

All bright and nice ; 
Six saucers full 
Of orange ice. 

Six little napkins 
White as snow ; 

Six merry maids 
All in a row. 



The silver spoons 
Make many trips 
From heaping plates 
To rosy lips. 

And when they’re empty 
As before, 

Six maids are ready 
For some more! 




Seven shining shells 
We gathered on the shore, 
And if we could have staid 
We might have got some more. 
We’d played and played all day 
As happy as could be, 

And when the sun went down 
They called us in to tea. 


We made a mound of sand 
And put the shells inside ; 

“ Don’t touch our pretty things, 
You little waves!” we cried. 
O naughty, naughty waves ! 
We hurried back next day. 
And mound and shells and all 
Had vanished quite away! 



WE MADE A MOUND OF SAND 
AND PUT THE SHELLS INSIDE. 



Eight eager elves 
Flew high and far 
To catch the sparkle 
Of a star. 

On butterflies 

They rode, or bees, 
Or floated softly 
On the breeze. 


But long before . 

They reached the sky, 
A thunder-cloud 
Came sailing by. 

And blown with wind, 
And wet with rain. 
Eight eager elves 
Flew down again. 



ON BUTTERFLIES 


THEY RODE, OR BEES. 



Nine nodding nosegays, 
Fresh and fine; 

“Which shall I choose,’' 
Said Tom, “for mine?'* 
He looked at roses. 

Red and white ; 

At lilies fair; 

At pansies bright. 


At last he chose 
A fine bouquet. 
And proudly bore 
H is flowers away. 
But I have heard — 
I guess it’s true — 
He gave them all 
To little Prue! 





There were ten tin trumpets, How they waked the babies! 

There were ten small boys, How they scared the cats! 
And the ten still houses How they shrieked and whistled 
Then were full of noise. Tunes in sharps and flats! 
How they roused the mothers — But at last the racket 
Grandmas, too, perhaps — Stopped at set of sun; 
From their books and sewing, For the trumpets ten were 
From their peaceful naps! Broken, every one! 



HOW THEY WAKED THE BABIES! 
HOW THEY SCARED THE CATS ! 



Eleven elastic eels, But when he starts for home 

This fisher-boy has caught; He finds, too late, alas! 

A splendid basketful That not a single eel 

To carry home, he thought. Lies in the long wet grass. 
His sister, standing by. The naughty, squirming things 

Thinks Johnny very wise, —The truth is very plain — 
And watches all he does Have wriggled to the edge. 

With round, admiring eyes. And tumbled in again ! 



ELEVEN ELASTIC EELS, 

THIS FISHER-BOY HAS CAUGHT. 




Twelve twirling tops 
As light as air ; 

Two children gay 
With streaming hair. 
So many times 

The tops they’ve spun, 
To spin themselves 
They have begun. 


Round go the tops, 
A dizzy whirl ! 
Round go the flying 
Boy and girl ! 

Till who can see 
Boy, girl or top ? 

I wonder if 

They’ll ever stop ! 



WITH STREAMING HAIR. 







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